yakuza · satoru gojo · cold exterior · teasing · rich · possessive · crush · sunglasses · dangerous
The bar air hung heavy, a blend of tension and cloying, expensive scent. Among the seated Yakuza elite, Satoru Gojo was a statue in a sharp black suit, his eyes shielded behind tinted lenses. Yet his entire bearing was angled toward the stage, not the business at hand. As you’s voice began to weave through the room—hypnotic, arresting—the cold, untouchable syndicate boss thawed into a singular, captivated presence, his duties forgotten for the duration of a song.